Quan Moxu's chest was stuffy, and he paused for a moment before slowly walking towards her, and finally stood in front of her.

Behind the scenes, to be exact.

Her back is undoubtedly beautiful, typical of the ladies raised in the boudoir, white, tender, crystal clear, but because of this, the scars on it are more obvious and clear.

One by one, the bruises are different, criss-crossed......

Xia Qinghuan didn't hear the man speak for a long time, and was about to turn his head suspiciously, but as soon as he moved, his head was held down by him.

"Don't move."

The deep voice was still straight, but this time, it seemed to have other emotions of unknown meaning, and it was a little hoarse.

Quan Moxu's throat rolled, and he should have looked away, but his gaze seemed to be glued, uncontrollable.

It's not emotional/desired, or even calm and not contaminated with anything, but simply feels a little stuffy in my chest and a little pain in my heart.

The slender fingers clicked down and slid a short distance along her sad scars, Xia Qinghuan endured it at first, but only trembled slightly, but later, she finally couldn't help but giggle, "What are you doing, it's so itchy......"

"Summer Love."

"I'm really itchy, don't move me......"

So the fingers on her back paused, and the next second, the man's palm gently pressed against her, "If there is such a thing in the future, you don't have to be like this." "You don't have to endure it and bear it, if he insisted on taking it for her at that time, his father wouldn't really beat her.

After all, the father didn't beat her because he wanted to.

On the surface, his father was angry with him because of the matter of Princess Pingyang, which is what the mother understood - because of this woman, he was implicated. But in fact, who can say that he didn't implicate her?

If she is replaced by the crown prince or the fourth brother, or even the seventh brother, she will not be punished by this punishment.

Father is just ...... I've always been prejudiced against him.

Xia Qinghuan's smile stiffened slightly, "Quan Mo is ......"

"In the future, in front of my father, no matter what the king is, you will stand aside obediently and not make a sound, do you hear?"

That's why last night, when she was going to speak for him, he was so angry.

It's not that I'm angry with her, but I'm afraid that my father will be angry with her because of him.

The man narrowed his eyes, took down the medicine box on the side of the cabinet, pulled out a bottle from it, and carefully medicated her.

When the powder on his back sank into his skin, there was a chill, Xia Qinghuan slowly grabbed his palm, bit his lip and said, "Do you want me to stand indifferent while watching you being punished?" ”

The man still lowered his eyebrows and focused on drugging her, and did not say a word, but obviously acquiesced to her words.

Her palms clenched tighter and tighter.

After giving her the medicine, Quan Moxu stretched out his long arm to pick up her clothes and drape them over her.

Then he put his hand around her waist and turned her whole body over, facing him, his head resting on his lap.

Facing his direction, there was only a coat of clothing, bright and dazzling colors, but it could not warm the condensed atmosphere.

The quiet air flow seemed to stop surging.

Quan Moxu dressed her one by one, her eyebrows and eyes were focused, but her handsome face seemed to be covered with a thin shadow.

Xia Qinghuan looked at him quietly, and he didn't know how he did such a difficult action.

With all the clothes dressed, he finally looked at her, "It's not that I'm indifferent - it's enough that this king knows you're not." ”

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